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What Ima hit you
You motherfuckers duck

Im a bull in a china shop, how the uzi spit
Who we with, bros with hammers and they like too
I got any time for your foolishness
Raw raps from the place where the sits
He the always sippin goose and shit
Stomp a rapper out, Timberland and shit
The left is what I give you the with
The right hand is where I write all of the ruthless
Survival of the fit or my little boozy
My hands are made of stone cut from that Madusa
Big chains, we was on that shit
Still roll with the kids I stole the Gucci
I punch you dead in the face so the music shit
The guns command though, Hollywood movie
Yall aware yall on some Lollapalooza
Let the beard
Yall are scared when I step inside the and shit
mofuckers cell roll on some sushi shit
Yall are cowards, yallll only talk on computer
This a Haitian ritual, Im on my shit

out whos the realest (Vinnie)
Rock and not
Ima hit you with
You better duck

Death before dishonor, [?] blood yall are
I let the 4.5 blocka blocka I was [?]
Dead Sea the view from inside a grave
The dictionary definition of
weak Germantown
Fat bull, but my pockets never out of
You a bitch, security guard lock the
The Vuitton bootleg, Prada fake
Im tryin to the same money that Madonna make
Eyes never lie, Im surprised you not with
Rhymes and one tape, record an in an hours
You a pile of waste, I see a and salivate
Cutting of, time to consolidate
A pounds of weightll force your heart to
Its Armageddon for you motherfuckers, lock the
Any I meet means that Ima copulate
My revolution will be met with Peter fate
the reason that the God is tryin to populate
I can you how the Vodka taste
The 4.5 lift you, sent you into space